Chapter 5
"Should I put on my bra, or shouldn't I?" Naomi mused as she examined herself in the mirror in the dressing room. "Really don't need it with this dress, but that salesgirl would flip if I came out without it!" She laughed.
And then with a shrug, she bent over and scooped her breasts into the lace brassiere before hooking it behind her back. Now clad in bra and half-slip, she struggled into the expensive dress and tugged the zipper up its full length.
Padding the wrinkles over her thighs and legs, she straightened the garment before walking into the showroom. Randy, seated in a chair, was talking to the salesgirl who hovered nervously over him while they waited for her to return.
Naomi minced her way toward him and then pirouetted seductively.
"Do you like it, Randy?" she asked. "How do I look?"
His eyes feasted over her body and he laughed happily.
"Great! Like a million dollars! But do you like it?"
Do I like it! What kind of a question is that to ask? I never had a dress like this before in my life! Not one that fits this way, nor one that costs so much! And to him it's like a game ... clothing me ... dressing me. I love it! Oh, how I love it!
"I like it, Randy," she said in a low voice, trying not to show her eagerness. "I like it very much!"
"And how about those others?" he asked, pointing to the rack wherjj the salesgirl had hung the dresses she had tried on previously. "Do you like them, too?"
Turning to the salesgirl, Randy clapped his hands excitedly and said, "Then we'll take them all. Just wrap them up and we'll take them with us. Everyone of them!"
The salesgirl smiled a pasted-on smile and removed the dresses from the rack. Then she turned to Naomi and said, "If you take that one off, I'll have it wrapped, too."
"No!" Randy interrupted, "I want her to wear that one ... she looks great in it!"
The salesgirl looked at him with obvious disdain.
"But she hasn't got the accessories to go with it. You know ... shoes, gloves, handbag, ... A woman's only partially dressed if she doesn't have the accessories."
"Then get them for her!" he ordered. "If that's what she needs, get them!"
Naomi saw the quivering of the muscles in the salesgirl's cheek and she realized that the girl was about to say something. From the look on her face it was something unpleasant. But then she obviously thought better of it and, turning sharply on her heel, she strode briskly away from them and went toward the shoe department. Naomi saw her whisper something to the clerk on duty, and then the two of them glanced back into the dress department with contemptuous looks.
She doesn't like me. I know she doesn't. It's not that she doesn't like me, it's that she doesn't like me here with Randy! I could tell it from the way she's treated me ... like I don't belong here. And I know the only reason she waited on me was because of Randy.
The hurt welled up into her throat and Naomi fought to keep the tears from appearing in her eyes. Her back stiffened with pride as Randy looked at her and then she turned away from him, pretending to busy herself by examining some other dresses.
"What's the matter, Naomi?" he asked in a low voice. "What's wrong?"
"N ... nothing!" Nothing's wrong, Randy."
"You can't kid me, Naomi ... I know when something's bothering you. Now tell me what it is!"
She shook her head with pretended emphasis.
"Really, there's nothing wrong! Guess I'm just tired. That's all. Tired. Let's not wait for the other things. Let's go home right now!"
He studied her with a tilt to his head and agreed to her request when he saw the look in her face.
"All right, Naomi, we'll go home now," he said in a soft voice.
And then, after giving instructions to the salesgirl as to where to send the clothes, he took her by the elbow and they walked out of the store. It seemed to Naomi as if he were deliberately holding her close. Deliberately flaunting her to the customers and the sales personnel of the exclusive dress shop.
"Are you sure you want to go right home?" he asked as he held the door open for her.
"Yes. That's where I want to go. To the apartment!"
Then, head held high, she walked out into the street.
Of course, that's where I want to go. That's the only place in the world I'm safe. Even though it was sweet of him to take me shopping, he doesn't know what everybody's thinking when they see me with him. But I know! They can't hide their looks from me! That's why I want to go back to the apartment ... that's where I'm safe from them! There, he can hold me and make me feel wanted and nobody can say a word! Nobody can give me those dirty looks! That's where he can take away all the hurt! Oh, hurry, Randy. Let's hurry!
As she sat stiffly at his side in the taxi, her hand clenched tightly about his, she knew there was only one way to wash away that hurt. That was to make love. For then she would feel wanted again.
As soon as the door closed behind them, she threw herself into Randy's arms. Her mouth hungrily sought his and her lips bruised him with desperation.
"Take me! Take me!" she pleaded with him, her face now buried in his chest.
Eagerly he pulled her into his arms, his hands went over her body, nursing her yearning and need into desire. She tensed at the touch of his hands on her breasts and his fingers on her nipples. And then as he caressed her, she began to undress in clumsy impatience.
With her eyes closed tightly, her trembling fingers fumbled with her zippers and buttons, and, still hugging him close, she awkwardly worked her way out of her clothes.
Standing in her bra and half-slip, she clutched him to her. Her body rubbed his and she thrilled to the sensations that began to awaken.
Her eyes were closed and she felt him pull her down to the deep carpeting. Then she reached for him, and she thrilled to the feel and touch of his body. Her fingers were all thumbs as she sought to undress him, and she heard him laugh as he helped her.
"Hurry! Please hurry. I need you ... I need you now!" Naomi pleaded.
And then she felt him crouching over her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she pulled him closer. Somehow he worked her under-garments free of her waist and hips and she tugged it off her thighs with long thrusts of her legs and feet. Her breasts were free as he plucked the brassiere from her body. She squirmed and writhed under him at the feel of his mouth on her breasts and her nipples quickly erected into small mountains.
"Want me! Oh, please want me!" she said desperately into his throat.
And his answer was to stroke and play and toy with her body.
She quivered and moaned with each touch and she clung to him as if afraid of separation.
Deeper and deeper her desire mounted. Higher and higher, her sensations climbed. And now there was no stopping. Her tawny flesh shivered with each touch ... with each stroke ... and she gasped in delight at the pleasure.
She had never wanted him so much as she did at this moment. Every movement showed it. Every response made him aware of it. And he reacted quick-
She could feel the reaction between her fingers. Feel the pulsing and the throbbing. And with the velvet touch in her hand, she lost all control.
"Now! Don't wait. Do it now!"
He took her into his arms as his loins rammed into her cunt.
She felt as if a hot poker was ripping her apart and the shock of it tore a gasp from her throat. Quivering and shaking with frenzied delight, she lunged forward as if to suck him into her being. Her hips and buttocks gyrated in slow undulations under him and with her hands on him, she forced his movements to match hers.
And then the passion swept over and freed her.
She lost all control and her body became a wild thing. Lunging and pressing and tearing and smothering him. Her breathing became quick and heavy and her fingers racked long, red trails down his back. Her white teeth clawed at his shoulder with each shudder of pain and delight. And then there were no limits to the twisting and writhing and pumping of her body....
And then in one awful moment of heat and pain and agony, the sun exploded deep within her being!
"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!" She screamed into his throat. "Make me know it! OH, MAKE ME KNOW IT!"
He increased the cadence and the ferociousness of his movements and each twinge brought the after-shock of delight. His driving prick cut into her sensitive flesh, bringing pain and bliss that drove her frantic.
Her demanding cunt gnawed at him until the last drop of come exploded its molten sperm within her belly. Panting, she sucked dry his rigid cock and left his balls deflated, clamoring their lost fertility dance against her up-turned buttocks.
Their mixed love juices flowed with sticky warm wetness around his shrunken cock, down the crevice of her buttocks and over his testicles as they rubbed rhythmically against her tightly puckered anus.
When he finally withdrew himself noisily from her satiated pussy, she demanded, "It was good, wasn't it?"
Her eyes probed for his in the darkness.
"Say it was good!" she gasped. "Tell me it was good!"
He's got to tell me it was. He's got to! It's the only way I have of knowing that everything is all right. That I belong here! What else have I got that he wants ... nothing! This is the only thing I can offer him ... my body ... myself!-That's why he's got to tell me it was good! That's why he's got to say it was all right!
"It was good, Naomi. It was better than good!" he whispered huskily with his head cushioned on her breasts. "It was wonderful!"
Her eyes closed in satisfaction and relief. And at that moment the hurt vanished. For at that moment she knew complete acceptance.
He lifted his face from her breasts and smiled weakly at her.
"You're amazing!" he said in a limp voice. "You're wild! You're the wildest woman I've ever known! Don't ever ... ever take it away from me!"
"I won't," she answered. "I won't!"
Then she cradled his head back on her breasts and there was a smile of satisfaction on her face. She held him that way, her hands gently stroking and soothing him. And then, when she became aware of the beginnings of his response, her hands reached for his again. He moaned as se touched him and she could feel his body quiver with the delight.
"I'll never take it away from you, Randy," she said as his mouth sought hers. "Never! Never!"